A selection of stories that may or may not be of interest to men who wear lingerie and other items of women’s clothing…
John made it home early on Thursday night. 3.45 pm, two hours at least before Susan and the kids would be home. He had with him a brown package. It crinkled softly under his arm, so unobtrusive to the rest of the world, but calling him with a voice so sultry, so seductive it had drawn him out of the office altogether…
The story of a crossdressing detective…
Of all the agencies, in all the world, she had to walk into mine. Jeans hanging off her hips, faded baggy t-shirt hiding any hint of a curve, plastic crocs clumping on the floor. Her mascara had been hastily applied and was running down her cheeks, mixed with her tears. Her double chin quivered slightly with her grief, her milky blue eyes looked out at me hopelessly through stringy blonde hair tainted with patches of mousy brown regrowth. She was a mess.
